East River Sunset

Ghosts are living in the gas stations of America

Went to the public park today
Was the first time I'd been outside in years
And the sun shot through the December sky like a drone bomb

With its democracy and guns
Liberation and tyranny

And I said
"Mr. President, I refuse to take part
In your dinosaur fossil death cult"

And the sun, he just stared down at me and said
"Baby, I refuse to leave you be
I refuse to leave you be"